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Moon sails past quiet sky,

Clouds on usual frolic,

And from an uncharted world,

She comes with all her magic.



The spiritual visitor beckons me,

To listen to unheard melodies,

Her cool demeanour unravels joys,

Floating on harping harmonies.



She isn't a trick of the mind,

She is not an illusion,

But when the black mingles with blue,

She comes amid fascination.



Her arrival echoes in the Pleiades*,

And Cygnus* flaps its starry wings,

While Hercules* guards her purity,

Aphrodite with her angel sings.



Her beauty needs no adornment,

Virtue remains her raiment,

Loved by one who waits for her,

Her smile brightens the firmament.



She sparks a divine flame in me,

And on her shines God's glory,

Call her my muse or what you may,

She's a moonlit wonder to me.